[Mythra]
"Rex…"
He's looking at me like I'm insane. Kind of some form of shock, with those familiar eyebrows angling up like what they always are like. What he's thinking, I have no idea.
But he's being stubborn. It's really not fair.
"Mythra, wh-what are you talking about?"
Gosh, he's dense. But cute.
I let my face soften. I know that it had always affected him, when I try to keep up the harsh facade, when he sees me glaring at him. I don't even know what I'm thinking anymore. I just need him, really badly.
I yank his gloved hands toward my chest, like they were some prized possession I'm not planning on letting go of. His golden eyes are searching everywhere on my face and I let him be confused. Confused to whatever I must be thinking. Like me. I don't know.
Latching right onto my eyes, his gaze sharpens. He seems to be trying to squirm out of my grip, but he must be even more dense to realize that I am much, much stronger than he is. Doesn't he know that his powers are directly based off of my own? He must know that I provide for him, as his Aegis Blade.
"C'mon, don't worry about Pyra," I murmur with a low smile. "She's probably not even awake, right now…"
Astounded, his jaw continues to drop even more. "Pyra? You… you two are the same person!" Now, he seems angry, but I don't know why. Anyone else should be more than willing to fall into my grasp and hold. Anyone but Rex, who doesn't understand that Pyra would never dream of a relationship.
I lick my lips. He looks like he wants to slap me.
"What's gotten into you, Mythra? Before you… you were so against me!"
There's no need for an answer, especially when I don't know how to answer it. I just step forward until our bodies are flushed together. He has to lean his head up to look at me, which I find even more tantalizing with his neck showing like that.
"You… you…?"
I close my eyes slowly and let the effect take him in. I know he's about to surrender to these bold advances. "Has anyone ever told you… you like to pause after you… say 'you'? I hope you know who you're talking to… Rex," I whisper.
Crap.
Somehow, I loosen up. He tears out of my grip and yells my name once more, probably just about ready to run for his dear life and ego.
Ah, whatever.
I summon a small about of power to constrain his movements, and it brings him as close to me as we were before. I barely feel the effects of that; no fatigue comes to me and I can still grab his arms again.
This time, I run my other hand along the side of his arm, my eyes still closed. What's most likely going through his head is a thousand different scenarios this can come to.
Oh, I'll give him one of them.
I tug his arm into my chest again, feeling the burn on my exposed skin, there. I can't believe I'm just letting my body do this to my mind, but I love it.
Sorry, Pyra. But… not sorry.
It feels like I'm drifting along a passageway of fuzziness. Somewhere, my head tells me that I don't belong, but it doesn't matter.
"How did you even get here, anyway?" he asks, surprisingly clear through this haze of confusion.
"Let's think about the present, and not the past nor the future, shall we?" I respond. I say this as slowly as possible, drawing out every single word for him to hear clearly. Skies, it must sound like I'm drunk. Maybe I am. I don't know.
I can hear him gasp. He seems to have frozen in place.
In the depths of my mind, I can hear his voice under the many thousands of layers. "A-alright, I guess," is what I can make out. There are some other murmurs, and this causes me to sigh.
With relief, I open my eyes slowly… to find him see me with a massive amount of shock in his eyes.
I think, in this endeavor, we must've fallen onto my bed, somehow. I don't mind, but as soon as I hear him gasp with confusion, and his cheeks flush red, I know something's up.
Just as I'm about to ask him that exact question, I hear the confusion ins his own voice. Nothing abnormal, I guess, but he's stuttering and hesitating. Then, I don't remember why. Is it just now that he realizes what the heck is going on? I never knew Pyra would take a liking to a kid with such density.
It makes a better figure on him, I guess. I lean in, opening my mouth slightly.
"Huh!" he gasps.
I feel… strange. It's no longer under a thousand layers. I…
…
I'm not dreaming. Rex is lying in my bed, right next to me… with his arm pressed right against my chest.
I scream and sit up immediately. He follows suit, his face flushed even more deeply.
"You! How did you-?! Wha…?!"
Was I really just sleeping next to him? What is wrong with him? What is wrong with ME?!
"What are you doing in my bed?!" I scream at him.
He's too shocked. Good for him. Trying to sleep next to me…! In reality?
That wasn't supposed to happen! That was supposed to be a dream!
"Wait, I…!"
I leap out of bed and let out a long scream. Dashing for the bedside table, I can feel my face as hot as Pyra's always is.
Grabbing whatever I can find on the table, I yell at him to get out. "Interloper! Monster!"
Every single item that hits him is well deserved. How can he possibly think of coming to my bed? What was with people these days? I could've sworn he had his eyes on my legs after I awakened a week ago, but I didn't think that he'd come to this!
I barely aim where I'm throwing, but I hope I can hit him everywhere I can. If he'd gone one step further…
"W-wait a moment, would you-"
Blind by rage, I can barely hear the undertone of confusion. Is he really trying to dodge my attacks? Taking in these hits is one step for compensation, Rex! That was a sin no one else would ever try to commit!
I hear a satisfying clunk! Well-deserved.
"OW!" He falls back onto the bed after I hit him with his own helmet. Good shot, Mythra!
The helmet falls uselessly to the ground just as Rex sits back up and says, "Y-you're the one in my room!"
I don't process it. I grab another cup to throw at him and hold it far behind my head, ready to never miss.
"The guys' room, see?!" He frantically waves around.
I freeze, look around, and I think I can hear myself gasp.
Rex, on his bed, on the bed I was sleeping on, has his hand massaging a massive red mark on his forehead. Behind him, on another bed, Tora's flailing around, probably from a cup I chucked somewhere in that direction.
I see the white tail of Azurda by the large body of Dromarch, and I set down the cup I'm holding.
Uh, oh.
This is the guys' room. Tora groans as he gets up to stare at me, like I'm the crazy one, here. Which must be true, now, as the other three look at me the same way.
I… did it again.
"...I can't believe it," I mutter. Dromarch looks like he's ready to pounce on me for my recklessness. "I did it again…"
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!
If it's even possible, I believe my face is even more flushed. Is it? Feeling the need to punch myself out of this world, I step back and shut my eyes tightly. "I am such an idiot!"
I find myself in the guys' room, sleeping next to Rex. I hide my face and step toward the door, really needing to get out of this room.
Behind me, I can hear Dromarch insult me. "Hm.. is this what they call sleepwalking?"
Completely fuming, I whirl around and glare at Rex again.
He's staring at my chest.
Did he ENJOY that?!
Not really sure what I'm feeling, I point out that fact. "You were staring," I growl with as much dignity as a girl, who'd just made the same mistake as the stupidest of them all, could possibly muster.
Apparently unbeknownst to the fact that he's doing that, he inhales sharply. Everywhere on his face is a deep shade of red. His entire body should be completely flushed red, from fire. I'll burn him for this. I'll get Pyra to do so. I can't believe this happened… again.
"Pervert!" I scream at him before I slam the door shut.
Rushing away, I can barely hear him sputter, "Wha-wha-wh-wh-what?!"
…
I better not let Pyra do this again. I don't need these pleasant memories.